"The band practicing '11 add a-clatter, all right," commented Aunt
Nettie, adding a syllable to Tess's triumphant word.
Missy, visioning the seductive scene of Tess's description, did not
notice her aunt's sarcasm.
"If only we had a butler!" she murmured dreamily.
Aunt Nettie made as if to speak again, but caught an almost
imperceptible signal from her sister.
"Surely, Mary," she began, "you don't mean to say you're--"
Another almost imperceptible gesture.
"Remember, Nettie, that when there's poison in the system, it is
best to let it out as quickly as possible."
What on earth was Mother talking about?
But Missy was too thrilled by the leniency of her mother's attitude
to linger on any side-question--anyway, grown-ups were always making
incomprehensible remarks. She came back swiftly to the important
issue.
"And may we really have the party here, Mother?"
Mother smiled at her, a rather funny kind of smile.
"I guess so--the rest of us may as well have the benefit."
What did Mother mean? . . .
But oh, rapture!
Tess and Missy wrote the invitations themselves and decided to
deliver them in person, and Missy had no more prevision of all that
decision meant than Juliet had when her mother concluded she would
give the ball that Romeo butted in on.
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